Do I be a hero, if only to myself? Do I feminise that and become a heroine? Does that matter, these days? Why can I accept ‘heroine’, for instance, and not ‘poetess’?
It’s use, I suppose, choice of words. I like ‘blonde’ for females and ‘blond’ for males, but I have noticed that it seems more common, now, in the US anyway, to use ‘blond’ for both men and women.
Many would agree to give up ‘madame’; some drop the idea of ‘lady’ unless it is an actual title, preferring ‘woman’ – I, myself, watch that use of ‘girl’ for any female person above the age of majority.
(And that has reminded me – once, I was walking along one of those streets, and there was a group of young boys coming my way – what I would call ‘junior school age’ – I’m old enough to remember when schools were categorised in such a way – junior school coming after infant school and before senior school – how simple it was in those days – no ‘year this number’ and ‘year that number’ – some mathematical genius must have brought in that system – and – I wasn’t afraid of groups of young boys, and kept on walking – they were nudging each other – and then I heard what one was saying to another – “Kiss the nanna*!” Nudge. “Go on, kiss the nanna!”
And I wasn’t taking much notice.
And it wasn’t until much later, when I was home again, shopping achieved, that I realised that the ‘nanna’ referred to – was me.
I knew how old I was, but I had no idea that it showed. I thought I was youthful-looking for my age!)
But that’s an aside. Maybe.
And, in the general consideration I was going through, before being usurped by my own memory – there is transgender and homosexual and bisexual and . . . what standard of description would suit all of those? Don’t forget these are people, not just categories, and I’m sorry if I missed anyone out.
I do care about these things – and I did very strong courses (that’s one way to describe them) on feminism, as it was then – and then there was discussion on whether we should be talking about gender studies instead – of course, of course.
This wasn’t what I was going to write about, but this fell upon the page, and so – I have been so tired lately – I may as well leave it there, I think – and then there will be something rather than nothing. Couch it round with general apologies – I’m feeling amiss in my mind – who knows who or what I may have forgotten?
What I was going to write was: do I only write the triumphs here?
*’nanna’ – a common term, where I live, for a grandmother.